Luyện nghe bài hát Money Scheme

W-wh-wha, what, wha-what

Mobster, turn that up
Yeah, uh-huh uh
Sinister
Uh-huh uh-huh
Jayo, Jayo smell me on one

Jayo, I hope I don't have to go back to slangin'
Hello but if I do that's I do
(That's I do)
Jayo, I hope I don't ever have to go to slangin
Hello but if I do what I do
(That's I do)

Grindin' out of my backyard, that's the chronic
I been havin' more than a pinata, more cake than Betty Crocker
Get on the horn and hit me on my 'cause I'm fake ID havin'
Strikin' and drivin' on a suspended license comes in

Buy it from the nigga with the quality and the lowest prices
Spendin' that that the big homey advanced me
In front of me the next nigga
I love money plus I'm rough rider
Known for bringin' ass niggaz out of hidin'

Hustle, I hope I won't have to go back
To sellin' sticks but if I do that's what I do
Charlie Hustle, I I won't have to go back
To sellin loop loop but if I do that's I do

I a nigga, and Kool-Aid came out
'Cause his heart pumps Kool-Aid, so I it with my Thunder chicken
Barely and smokin' headache with a deuce-deuce
Now I gotta put my snub nosed to use

I'm dangerous it gets crucial, 'cause I conflict
Fuck a headache I'm jackin' niggaz for pounds of bomb
And now my fingers is like Sticky Fingaz from the greenery
You gon' retaliate, what that mean to me? Bitch

When you shoot crooked it's Cartwright, on site I'm takin'
gon' rain on your head, I'm tearin' the roof off this bitch tonight
As you fall like Guy, for to swipe my pie
Nigga DIE while your give up the Beaumont

All my niggaz fancy dreams
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up 'cause we all on a scheme
(A scheme)

All my niggaz fancy dreams
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up 'cause we all on a money
(A scheme)

All my bitches fancy dreams!
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up 'cause we all on a money
(A scheme)

All my havin' fancy dreams!
(Fancy dreams)
up 'cause we all on a money scheme
(A scheme)

The freight, fuck the hype
Beotch, you gotta pay me to breathe on the mic
High, higher a dust cloud
disrespectful, all up in the party talkin' loud

Systemized, a striker, when I was born
My mom and daddy shoulda named me Isiah 'cause I'm a
Sole survivor, Hillsider, 1400 Magazine Street
Narcotic bomb heroin provider

I'm vicious, mean mugged and mad doggin'
Like the, the Grinch Who Stole Christmas
I like to, like to, finger fuck up in clubs
Take her and get rug burns on my nuts

Stuck, Gordon's Gin and Duck
Nut, all on her and on her butt
Fuck, clientele
Then I pass it to my Mista Jayo

Up the is shatterin', bitch it ain't matterin'
They scatterin', see me and forty splatterin'
The cowards are heartless, so you burn flames
Niggaz that got snake get broke up like dice games

a bitch, why? 'Cause skeezers don't please us
So I just go around sippin' fine like Jesus
And time I bust a spit it's a hip-hop quote
Drinkin' Moesha Brandy, head spinnin' like spokes

All my bitches fancy dreams!
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up we all on a money scheme
(A scheme)

Still drinkin' Krypton is Snapple
I snap like a snapping turtle
Nigga, shittin; on the world my land fertile
I grow my own shit, fruits, vegetables and

third down and forty nigga
You know you gon' get
Get land while you can old man
Niggaz so dope they named me twice like Duran

Killa nigga put on 'em and feed 'em to my hogs
See I no evidence for the police dogs
Now off the low stroll we go so flow
Lil' bitch, we the because the people said so

You can't tell a lettuce from a cabbage silly
Get these even if it means lettin' these motherfuckers have it

got out of line, I had to ice him
Reached my drawers, and pulled out my strap
got out of place, I had to chop him
Reached into my and pulled out my strap, check it out

Nickle plated chrome planet Eastwood special
Designed for staplin' and toe taggin
wrote me up a citation 'cause I was saggin' and draggin'
My bitch, by her

I had to, I had to make the bitch bleed, last New Eve
She tried to hit me with a fryin' pan, my attitude carin'
Backslapped that hoe in front of her
More ki's a janitor

It gets and mannisher and mannisher
Smokin' on a roach, loitering in a parkin' lot
Throwin' up signs
To as if he was some kind of first coach

I luh I like my egg poached, hard easy
In the drive through, at her breezy

All my havin' fancy dreams
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up 'cause we all on a money
(A scheme)